Bullet

[Intro: Gangsta Pat] I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip (The following is brought to you by Reaper Radio) So close your eyes as I— So close your— [Verse 1: nothing,nowhere.] Reaper creepin' slow, give me that motherfuckin' soul, mane Tryna stop me now, I'm dead already, I feel no pain No need for guns, got a new scythe in the back trunk Gotta get right when you act up Got a new blade, keep it up tucked, yeah If you want the smoke, you better come with more than hollow tips You can find me in the cemetery, bring a crucifix Any weapon formed against myself would never prosper I'm a beast on any track in any style in any genre [Verse 2: nothing,nowhere. & Gangsta Pat] I got a bullet with yo— Oh my fuckin' God, shut the fuck up Tough luck, life sucks and now buck up Tell 'em touché, reaper be reaching, it's too late Send a bouquet and I'm done I hope they got a TV in the afterlife so I can watch the Earth explode And replay it like every night I'm off of the meds and I'm already dead and I can't find a reason to try (Why?) I'm tired of faking it, tired of wakin' up, there ain't a trace of a god So I'm feelin' something sinister inside again You sending shots and missing every single one so try again [Refrain: Gangsta Pat] I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip So close your eyes as I— So close your— [Verse 3: ​iamjakehill & Gangsta Pat] Walkin' right through the grey, okay, it's just another day, bitch Take it all in and just pretend, there's no such thing as anguish Damn that's so edgy, prepare for death, I stay ready My sins, they weigh on me heavy, but let's just act like I'm all good Hey, what are you doing? Nothing Where are you going? Nowhere, I swear I'm just flippin' through my chapters, I just stop and I stare Hold up, give me some room to unwind Help me escape the confines Ain't life so crazy sometimes? Wait my bad, I'm— (I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip) Sorry I got existential, what rhymes with that? Oh yeah, these instrumentals keep my mind intact (Yeah, yeah) I flash a grin, but, oh no, I can't hide the fact That everything ends in dust, so what? I can't rewind it back Yeah, I'll take another hit, let me go talk my shit Only been a minute, lemme run up in it, make you sick Everything's fucked and it can't be fixed Left with no love, get what you give I guess that's how it is, such a pessimist I'm just carried by the wind, this is how it ends